In the spring of 1822 an employee in one of the world\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s first offices \u00e2\u20ac\u201c that of the East India Company in London \u00e2\u20ac\u201c sat down to write a letter to a friend. If the man was excited to be working in a building that was revolutionary, or thrilled to be part of a novel institution which would transform the world in the centuries that followed, he showed little sign of it. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know how wearisome it is\u00e2\u20ac\u009d, wrote Charles Lamb, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153to breathe the air of four pent walls, without relief, day after day, all the golden hours of the day between ten and four.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d His letter grew ever-less enthusiastic, as he wished for \u00e2\u20ac\u0153a few years between the grave and the desk\u00e2\u20ac\u009d. No matter, he concluded, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153they are the same.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In the spring of 1822 an employee in one of the world\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s first offices \u00e2\u20ac\u201c that of the East India Company in London \u00e2\u20ac\u201c sat down to write a letter to a friend. If the man was excited to be working in a building that was revolutionary, or thrilled to be part of a novel … Continue reading Death of the office | 1843<\/span>